Tag Archives: Ludacris

Sorry, 'tweens! I had to decapitate your beloved Justin Bieber in order to make this magical photo possible.

…And you’d be justified. Here are a few Ludacris ideas I’ve dreamed up as of late:

Getting a second dog

Not some day when we have a big yard, or when I move to Alaska to become a competitive musher and need something with a bit more power than a Frenchie to move my sleigh thing. Like, immediately. I tried to trick Nick into getting a girl French bulldog, just in case “Clark needed his own pet.” Demented and crazy? Yes, I am aware. And don’t get me started on the bunk beds I’ve imagined them sharing.

Giving up caffeine

I went over two weeks without sippin’ on a single Diet Coke. Concurrently, I went over two weeks without being a normal human being. I assumed the headaches and irritability would dissipate after a few days. They did not. I’ve scaled back to less than 1 can a day (most days I just have a few cups of green tea), so I suppose that’s worth celebrating. (Cue my Price is Right announcer voice) …With an ice coooold Dieeeet Coke!

Climbing a tree that has no low-lying branches

I am barely 5’4″. This was an idea destined for failure and disappointment. Plus it smelled sort of weird over by the tree. And it was nighttime. Did I mention I had consumed a glass of sangria or two?

Writing a book

This is something I’ve daydreamed about since I learned how to read. The only things stopping me from executing? Lack of subject, patience, ability, and time. All very minor issues. (I find sentence fragments to be very alluring to prospective agents and publishers.)

Sometimes, our most luda’ ideas become our most proud accomplishments. I don’t think this is one of those times.